A Helping Hand

Not far away, Yanluo was seated in a chair with closed eyes and a smile on his lips, "To think that a simple conversation with this young man was enough to instill in her the desire to live."

"I guess that we who have lived in Diyu for so long have forgotten that death is not always final. The ones who come here have no path of return, but us Gods are different. As long as their soul is within the Yellow River, then they can be resurrected either as their old lives or be thrown into the cycle of reincarnation."

"Only He Bo is in control of the Yellow River, and even if I wished to go and force him to release Chujiang, he would refuse. Never did it cross my mind to try and trade something for a soul."

"Although He Bo is stronger than me, he never ventures away from the Yellow River. Apparently, he feels such great reverence for master that he would never slack on the task given to him."